What’s Halloween without a little madness thrown in?

To Play With Madness 
by Michael Romani

The witches play with madness
While mankind finds its sadness
The comic tragedy plays out
It seems each step descends into doubt

Some things transcend the limelight
Especially, the things creeping in the night
Scotland Yard holds its investigation
It is a string of murders that offer instigation

Peaceful streets hold their mystery
Forgetful things hold their history
Frustrated with the lacking evidence
The inspector can only pray for Providence

Palpable excitement feels the air
As on the back of necks stand the hair
There is coming trouble on this street
New what you think as you take in what you meet

Yes, things are never quite what they seem
And life is seldom a carefree dream
We must walk watching for trouble in the air
Wondering how it is that life slipped into disrepair

(c) October 15, 2018  Michael Romani
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